I was alone one day till I suddenly had this kind of thought about life:

You were in the light till you stumbled in a dark room, the door was behind you so you can leave but your curiousity got the best of you and you started wander in the room.

The more you wandered the more you were shocked at how huge the room was. The only problem there was that it was dark. You couldn't see a thing, you wouldn't know where you're going.

There are times that you will stumble upon a hold in the floor whether deep or small or even bump your head on a low ceiling of some sort.

You'd get your way out of situations just fine. In other times you don't.

While wandering around you would meet people with hearts that glow, hearts that have a faint light and hearts that may have none at all.

At times you would end up wandering as a group,
At times you end wandering alone.

At times you were betrayed, hurt, ignored or even forgotten.

Even while wandering sometimes you just can't keep your hope that you can get out of the room that brings you fear and pain. That in times you would feel your back against the wall because you don't know where to go.

There are times where you could get lucky and see something better than what you had before and in times, you wouldn't notice that you lost something along the way.

But then when your end came near,
I guess you can say that the light wasn't in the room at all or maybe you have found it in someone else and lived to the fullest.